She wears sunlight in her hair
And violets in her eyes
And her cheeks are the petals of a rose.
She bears Love on her arm
And lilies are her feet,
And they carry Life wherever she goes.
There are graces on her lips
And rainbows on her robes
And her wreath is the coronet of May.
She is Fairy Queen of earth-
The wand at her heart
Is a Bud from the Triune Bouquet.
She is Mother, Queen, and Maid,
And God is her Child,
And her Courts are the meadows where They play
And her Courts
Forever and for aye.
She is Mary full of grace.
She is Queen of Eternal May.
Marie Fischer
Robert, Cyril. Our Lady’s Praise in Poetry. New York: Marist Press, 1944. 
Jingle Nozelar 
Happy May, Happy mother’s Day…
This is so lovely…
lovely tribe to Mary….
powerful.
interesting.
wow.
a shift of mood, very good tribe on May…
sweet.
bravo, thanks for the quote.
powerful.
Terrific post however I was wondering if you could
write a litte more on this topic? I’d be very thankful if you could elaborate a little bit more.
Bless you!